A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! I'm glad to see that some of you came back. It makes me happy to know that I can keep you interested. Now what does Kane have in store for Thea with Paul Bearer around? Find out now!

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Kane climbed to his feet, holding Thea by the throat. She had just betrayed him and now, he was going to finish her. He could see that she knew that, just by looking into her fearful eyes. She'd fight like hell, but there was no way she was going to win this match now that the Father of Destruction, Paul Bearer, was there. Kane could feel himself be filled with renewed energy and renewed hate.

"Randy…!" Thea choked out, clawing at Kane's hand as he positioned her for a Choke Slam.

Kane's eyes narrowed. "Randy isn't here to save you. None of your friends are here to support you. Face it Thea, this is the end of you and the beginning of a new era in the WWE."

"Oi Kane," someone called and Kane peered over his shoulder. "Lose something?"

Kane's eyes widened as he saw Paul Bearer lying on the ground without his urn. Randy Orton stood there on the apron, his eyes cold and calculating as he held the urn in his hands. Kane's grip on Thea slackened as he realized what this meant.

"I will destroy all of you!" Kane growled, glaring at Randy. "And I'll start with my old weakness!"

He turned his face back towards Thea and found her prying his hand off her throat. A new look of determination was in her eyes and she seemed to be radiating her own energy. Kane advanced on her, pummeling her with attack after attack, but she blocked, evaded, or absorbed the blows like they were nothing. Kane began to wonder where she found so much strength.

Thea slid under his arm and elbowed him in the side, jabbing him in the kidneys. Kane turned to face her, but caught sight of the mark on the back of her shirt. The broken heart with red thorns.

It brought back memories of late night exercises and training. The times where they went to restaurants or were chased by the paparazzi. The times where they'd been caught in the rain and he had pressed her back against the hood of the car just so he could kiss her in the rain. Of the time they'd spent in the elevator where they just talked for hours and she had chosen to stay with him in the dark place of her nightmares. All of the hours of love making and tender caresses. Of tender kisses and kisses that drove him to the brink of insanity. Of just being together in a world of their own.

"Kane?" Thea looked at him as he stepped back and lowered his fists. Her hands were still raised in defense and she looked like she would run at any moment.

"ATTACK HER!" Paul Bearer screamed in a barely recognizable language. "DESTROY HER!"

Kane glared at the Father of Destruction and stepped away from Thea. Randy watched him like a predator eyeing his prey. Kane stepped over to the side of the ring and climbed out. The ref called out, telling him to get back in the ring, but Kane ignored him as he headed for the ramp.

The countdown started and Kane could hear Thea demanding that he get back in the ring. That he come back and face her like a man. The crowd was booing, roaring at him to get back in the ring and face his only salvation.

Kane ignored them. He stopped on the stage just as the bell rang, signaling the end of the match. The announcer stood up in the corner by the ring and declared Thea the winner by count out. Kane offered a very small smirk in her direction before disappearing behind the curtain in the gorilla entrance. He couldn't block out the cheers from the audience at Thea's victory and he sighed.

"She's free now…"
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Thea didn't feel satisfied with her victory over Kane as she sat in her personal locker room backstage. It didn't feel right. He had had the upper hand during most of the match and yet, he had thrown away the chance of victory by walking out of the ring. It didn't feel like a victory at all.

"This is probably never going to work…" Thea whispered before looking up at the ceiling. "Dad, is this really a good plan? Should I pretend to be falling for Randy when Glenn is in so much pain? I don't want him to suffer, but…people keep telling me that he needs to suffer to realize that he still wants me. That we can still be together after he faces reality. But part of me keeps thinking that he's going to give up everything – even life – if something good doesn't happen to him…you saw how easily he gave up his match against me…Does that seem like a man that can hold on and come to the realization that I am still there for him? I don't think it does. Dad, I can't keep him hanging on like this for much longer. One of us is going to break and I don't want it to be the break that sends him over the edge. I just...Dad, I don't know what to do."

"Consulting with the dead rarely helps," Mark's gravelly voice broke into Thea's thoughts and she turned to look at him. "But talking with the living…that may help."

"Mark…I…I don't know what to do," Thea said, frowning. "I want Glenn to finally realize that he's a good man, but Michael told me to make him jealous. How am I supposed to help him when he doesn't want to be helped?"

"Try and try again."

Thea hesitated. "Should I talk to him? Like really talk to him about my feelings and what I think needs to happen?"

"Talking with him may help Thea, but you need to realize something yourself," Mark told her. "Glenn was broken long before you walked into his life. He tried to heal on his own, but the wounds left by his former wife never healed properly. The bonds holding him together were weak and susceptible to breaking at any moment. But when he entered into a relationship with you, I believe you started strengthening the bonds that held him together. You started mending the wounds where he could not. That scared him, it was unfamiliar and surprisingly wanted, but the lingering ghost of his former wife echoed the words of unworthiness in his heart.

"Glenn removed himself from the relationship with you, not only because of the rumors and the way your friends attacked him, but because of the torment he was putting himself through inside the sanctum of his own head. He has continued to fracture the bonds you strengthened and has convinced himself that he deserves no aid, no comfort, no warmth from a creature as 'pure' as you."

Thea shook her head and hugged herself. "What can I do to help him?"

"Thea, the words you say may never completely get through to him. You have to realize that Glenn has lived this way for years now. Nothing can easily get through to him. The man deep inside wants to hear those three words said on so many tongues directed towards him. He wants to know that there is someone out there that doesn't see him as a monster. That there is someone that can love him and bring out the man that he's long suppressed and long forgotten."

"Mark…what do I do?" Thea asked with the overwhelming feeling of helplessness. "Please help me…"

Mark put his hand on her shoulder as he had when she had left WWE for her movie. "Thea, do what your heart tells you to do…It will never steer you wrong."

"But –"

"Ask no more questions of me and your friends. Follow your heart and make the right choice based on what your heart tells you."

Thea watched him walk away, feeling like all of her strength left when his hand was removed from her shoulder. She closed her eyes and hugged herself once more; holding herself together while the world continued to spin without a care of the lives it was in control of.

Glenn heard his cell phone ring, but ignored it. So many people were calling him, asking him what he was going to do now that he had lost Thea. Others were asking him why he had walked away from the match that would have put him back in the life of his former girlfriend who he still loved dearly. Kari was the stark difference. She didn't ask questions, she had simply composed a short song about how much he failed and how she thought he was a sore loser. After all of that, Glenn decided not to pick up the phone until someone sensible called.

The phone went silent for a minute and Glenn continued to stare down at his hands. The hands that had put Thea in a choke slam not more than an hour ago. Those hands that had hurt her in the ring rather than hold her and caress her like he wanted. Those treacherous hands that had thrown her onto their bed so that she collided with the headboard…Those hands of a monster.

The cell phone rang again and Glenn raised his head to look at it. It was playing the ringtone that Thea had programmed to play whenever she called. But Glenn couldn't believe that it was playing, after so many weeks of silence.

"Thea," Glenn whispered, reaching out for the little piece of technology.

Her words from their first talk in months came to mind and he quickly drew his hand back as if singed. He couldn't talk to her. She wanted him out of her life and he was…ready to let her go. Or at least, that's what he told himself was the right thing to do for her. Let her be free of the monster and let him die a lonely death with no one to mourn over his sad excuse of a life.

The phone fell silent again and Glenn stared at it, silently praying that she would call back. If she called back, he would talk to her. If she called back…maybe he would set things right.

The phone beeped and the screen lit up. Glenn picked up the phone and stared at the words ' 1 VOICE MAIL' with a frown. Part of him knew that Thea wouldn't have called him again, since she knew from experience that he wouldn't pick up for her. This voice mail was one of many that he had on his phone that was from her. He hadn't the heart to delete them because they contained the voice of his love, his one and only. And without hearing her voice when life grew too painful to bear, Glenn knew that he wouldn't have been there today.

He put the phone on speaker phone and played the message. There was silence for a moment.

"Glenn, I know you're going to ignore me like you always have, ever since that night. I shouldn't expect less after what I said to you." She paused. "Glenn, I know you'll never believe me when I say that what I said about you during my last show before my movie…when I said that you were a monster, I didn't mean it. Even after you showed me the angry streak in you, I didn't think that you were a monster. I honestly thought that you were justified in throwing me. I mean, I didn't stop the girls from telling Stephen and Drew that you were guilty when it came to the bruises. I didn't stop the rumors from swirling. And I didn't make my case clear to you. I should have done more to keep this from happening, so please don't blame yourself. Glenn, blame me. I'm the one who started this whole mess. Not you."

She let out a nervous little laugh. "We've been acting like children. We've been foolish little children…giving each other the cold shoulder and calling each other names…I'm getting tired of acting like a child though. I want to face the problem head on, but I know that you won't like the idea of facing me. Why should you when I've moved onto a friendship with Randy. Glenn, do me a favor and don't read into my relationship with Randy. He's…a really good friend and I'm starting a storyline with him for WWE. The fans, they'd love to see Kane and Thea back together and not the Legend Killer and The Viper, but I can't give the fans what they want until we move on from this problem of ours.

"I'm not even going to pretend that our road to recovery will be an easy. I'm not even thinking that it will happen for awhile. It could happen next month or next year or even the next decade. I just don't know when and I don't know what to say to make things different. I just…" She hesitated and Glenn strained to hear her words. "I want you to know that I still care about you…maybe not as much, but maybe even more. So, if you get this message and listen to it all the way through, I hope that you'll give it some thought. About us, I mean. Goodnight Glenn."

The phone beeped and the message ended. Glenn played it back again and felt his heart race as he heard those final words from her. She wanted things to go back to the way they had been before he had walked out of her life. She wanted to talk to him like civilized people. It wasn't like she was expecting God to move mountains in a day for them, but she was hoping for a little promising sign.

But I…can't…I can't face her, not while I'm the monster… Glenn thought, clutching the phone as if it were a life preserver. She…she has to wait until I can be that man that she deserves…I just have to see the man within monster and bring him back to life…maybe then I'll be worthy of Thea's love…

"Hold on Thea," he whispered, closing his eyes and seeing her smiling face. "Hold on for a little longer and…we'll both be happy again."

A/N: Aw…what a nice voice mail, right? I think so, but I can't really judge myself. So I'll let you tell me what you think and I'll update at a later time.

And just so you know, I've already written the chapter where Kane and Thea get back together. It's nice, but I'm not going to give out any more information about it. You'll just have to wait. Review please! ~ Scarlet